[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/G70pU5v.png[/img] [color=a2d39c][h2]Carly-Beth[/h2][/color][i][h3]Harbor, On a Boat Entering the Harbor[/h3][/i] [@MrCellophane] [/center] 

The doll was an item built to turn things into masks. 

The things to be turned into masks could not be mundane, as then they would be mundane masks. 

The bruise formed was the preparation of a contract. 

 The result of that contract would be a situation wrought with "unusual things".  

The result of those unusual things in conjunction with the doll would be unusual masks. 

Thus, it was only logical for the doll to pursue this contract. 

Standing on a boat, having just entered the domain accorded by the leylines of Fuyuki, was this doll. 

Standing before a magic circle, in a basic Bounded Field thrown up to shield her from detection, was this doll. 

...well, it was a bit less efficient to do this on a boat than on dry land, where the leylines were right under your feet instead of blocked by a good amount of water, but that was nitpicking. 

[color=a2d39c]"Hey Mary, that looks important. Take this and go check it out when we get to port, m’kay?"[/color]

 “Um, miss Carly-Beth? That, um, if I didn’t know better, I would think you’re pointing at those fires, miss.”

[color=a2d39c]“...did I fucking stutter?”[/color]

“...no, miss.”

[color=a2d39c]“Good~! Umm, hey Elena, start running some calcs on the city, will ya?”[/color]

“Hmph. Are you an idiot? I can’t calculate the future of a city without extended time gathering data on it.”

[color=a2d39c]“Then focus on what matters, or you and Phil aren’t going to be allowed to talk for a week.”[/color]

“E-Eh?! Like that’s a punishment for me, a-ahaha...but, since you seem so desperate, I [b]guess[/b] I can try.”

[color=a2d39c]“Uh huh. Anna, help her out and relay with Mary when she’s out and about. Rest of you, sit back and relax. This is gonna be a good day, I can feel it.”[/color]

And so, as fire consumed the city and a ten year old girl scrambled off of a boat, as this doll began to chant and the circle came alight, another competitor made its appearance.
 
There was little else to say.

“So Karla, when am I gettin’ a bod-“

[color=a2d39c]“I [b]swear to god[/b], Ted, one more word out of you and it’s back in the box. And it’s [i]Carly[/i]. With a ‘y’. And a hyphen. And a ‘Beth’. Stop getting it wrong you mask-ass mask—”[/color]

Very little else to say.